Sam: I am proud of you, man. A lot of people would have quit after that little bout of vomiting.
Frasier: Thank you, Sam. I feel that from this point on, I can live a life of healthful moderation and physical fitness.
Carla: [enters] Okay, everybody, Lud is trying to raise money for his class trip to Colonial Williamsburg. Now who wants to help by buying some chocolate bars?
Frasier: I'll take 15 boxes!
Carla: Boy, that's great, Doc. All you got to do is fill out this order form, you'll have your candy in two weeks.
Frasier: Two weeks?! I want them now! Listen, Lud. Lud, here, go down to the store for me, get me a couple of KitKats, and I will personally drive you to Colonial Williamsburg.
Ludlow: Sorry, Dr. Crane. Two weeks.
Frasier: Oh, forget it, then, you rotten kid. No sale. You should have the chocolate on you. What do they teach you in that school of yours anyway?
Sam: Come on, Fras.
Frasier: Well, it's true. What the hell am I paying property taxes for?! Oh! Sam! [voice breaking] I hurt so much!